Here I will be posting performances given by the folks in Greece.  Plays and magic acts and the like, if you have anything you think should be up here feel free to send it to me and I'll look over it.

Our first performance is that of our "mystery guest" that appeared in the Estate on June 9, who ended up not being who Malca expected, much to her dismay.

[The Diamond Estate, Amphitheater]
Smooth wooden benches fill the tiered seating area, giving every seat a clear and comfortable view of the raked stage in the center of the open-air amphitheater. Bronze sconces line the polished cedar walls at sparse intervals, holding torches to provide additional light when needed.

Malca says, "I do not know whether you have heard of our guest, but she is reknowned throughout Egypt and Arabia."
Malca says, "Or so I am told."
Malca says, "She is a very kind, though mysterious old woman, and has spent years perfecting her arts of illusion."
Malca says, "Now, if we are prepared, we may begin."

A bright flash of light and smoke erupts on the stage, causing the torches to flicker and dim. The smoke slowly clears to reveal a crouched figure with long, greying hair peeking out from a hooded black cloak hobbling forward on the stage.

The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"All life is illusion, my fine, handsome friends -- all that you know and feel!
Just when you believe that you know what is truth, you'll find that nothing is real..."

The Mistress of Illusion leans her hooded head forward, chuckling softly.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"'Rubbish!', you say? Now don't be so quick to believe what you see and hear.
For, right when you think that you know what is there,"

The Mistress of Illusion turns her empty right hand, producing a shiny dinar.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"...something new just might appear!"

The Mistress of Illusion flips the dinar into the air, catching it smoothly with her other hand.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"And even the 'truths' you think that you know might suddenly go awry.
So keep on your toes when you're looking about,"

The Mistress of Illusion pulls the dinar into her fist, then fans three dinars between her thumb and fingers.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"...your troubles could multiply."

The Mistress of Illusion tosses the dinars into the air, where they seemingly disappear. She then reaches into her right fist, pulling out a long green scarf.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"But never you fear! You bear in your hands all of the tricks you need.
Though rely not too surely on your own two hands --"

The Mistress of Illusion pulls the scarf away to reveal a live snake in her hand!
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"...even there, dangers may breed!"

The Mistress of Illusion begins to wrap the long green scarf around the snake in her hand.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"But illusion, my friends, is all that it is -- things are what you want them to be.
Once you can conquer illusions' control,"

The Mistress of Illusion waves her hand in a hypnotic motion above the scarf-swathed snake, which starts to sway in rhythm.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"...you own their reality."

The Mistress of Illusion grabs the top end of the standing scarf with her free hand and pulls, snapping the scarf open. The scarf is empty!
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"Have care! If you labour to shelve the false sight, you may find that it's you on the shelf."

The Mistress of Illusion spins around. As she turns back toward the audience, you can see that the scarf has taken on a box-like shape, from which soft meowing and mewling can faintly be heard.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"If you learn something else is not quite what you thought,"

The Mistress of Illusion pulls the scarf upward to reveal a pure white dove, which quickly flies out of the amphitheater and off into the sky.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"...can you stay so secure of yourself?"

The Mistress of Illusion starts to twist the scarf up into a long cord.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"You see now, my friends, why illusions are formed -- by the mind, so most carefully earned.
For when the unskilled think to toy with the truth"

The Mistress of Illusion reaches into the end of the cord she has formed, producing a long wand which sparks wildly from the end.
The Mistress of Illusion recites:
"you never know who might get burned."

The Mistress of Illusion touches the sparking end of the wand to the scarf, causing the stage to erupt in a burst of smoke and flame! The smoke clears to reveal nothing left but a hooded black cloak and a pile of ashes.
After a few tense moments, a soft, smooth voice echoes throughout the amphitheater:
"Yes, only the mistress of sights, sound and light can safely bend truths from the sun."

The cloak on the stage slowly rises, its edge fanning outward.
The smooth voice continues:
"But even the mistress is not quite what she seems, for what could she be but --"

The cloak is swept away with a flourish, revealing an impishly grinning Fox!
Fox recites:
"Illusion!"

Fox exclaims, "I told you I'd perform!"
Fox takes a low, sweeping bow.
Fox exclaims, "Thanks for the invite, Malca! We'll have to do it again sometime!"
Fox laughs as she ducks quickly into the shadows.
Malca gasps!
Malca exclaims, "Well, I never!"

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